I started taking photos as a kid, back when disposable cameras felt new and accessible, almost like photography had already found its way into my life before I even knew it.

After my first “reportages” during school trips, I began using my mother’s camera, still film, but already with digital zoom. That’s when I started paying more attention, even if I didn’t fully realize it yet.

As technology evolved, so did I. Better tools, more trips, more images.

By the time I reached high school, I had already filled memory after memory with photos, not thinking too much about it, just following something instinctive.

It was a classmate who changed my perspective. While everyone was moving towards newer technology, she kept shooting with old, strange, professional cameras. Her relationship with photography felt deeper, more intentional.

That’s when I understood that photography could give me something more.

After school, I took a professional course focused on fashion, but over time I realized that for me photography was something else.

​It was traveling.
Observing.
Documenting.

​Not just places, but moments, people, and stories.

At some point, I started dreaming of moving like animals do, crossing places and continents without a fixed direction.

I’m still somewhere inside that movement.
And there’s still a lot left to see, to live, and to document.